Monday, July 31, 2017

Hall & Oates

Text to Kevin from me: "Topic change-I think I can safely say that I like every song by Hall & Oates"

Kevin back to me:"They are currently on my rental car radio."

Me: "Which song?"

Me again: "I'm trying to avoid addressing how weird that is."

Him:  "Private Eyes"

Me:  "Good one"

When I started writing this post I remembered that Hall & Oates sings "You Make My Dreams". The significance of that goes without saying.


Free at last

This quote came to mind today-I will explain it later.

Free at last, free at last. Thank GOD ALMIGHTY, I'M FREE AT LAST!

You've endured so much pain for My Name's sake. So did You.

That's the tragedy.

None of it was my fault. NONE OF IT.

How much do you love Me? THIS MUCH.

Ask and ye shall receive (I asked in the car in Florida for the Lord to get me out of this marriage).

I am good with God and THAT'S ALL I CARE ABOUT!

What God has joined together, let no MAN put asunder. But how about God?

I know this deserves so much explanation. Coming soon!

An evil heart

This article was life-changing for me to try to understand what Dad's problem is. I turned it into a little Bible study for myself and looked up/wrote out all of the Scripture references. It's written to a counselor or pastor, but it was very helpful and eye-opening to me.

5 Indicators of an Evil Heart
from crosswalk.com, by Leslie Vernick

As Christian counselors, pastors and people helpers we often have a hard time discerning between an evil heart and an ordinary sinner who messes up, who isn't perfect, and full of weakness and sin.

I think one of the reasons we don't "see" evil is because we find it so difficult to believe that evil individuals actually exist. We can't imagine someone deceiving us with no conscience, hurting others with no remorse, spinning outrageous fabrications to ruin someone's reputation, or pretending he or she is spiritually committed yet has no fear of God before his or her eyes.

The Bible clearly tells us that among God's people there are wolves that wear sheep's clothing (Jeremiah 23:14; Titus 1:10; Revelation 2:2). It's true that every human heart is inclined toward sin (Romans 3:23), and that includes evil (Genesis 8:21; James 1:4). We all miss God's mark of moral perfection. However, most ordinary sinners do not happily indulge evil urges, nor do we feel good about having them. We feel ashamed and guilty, rightly so (Romans 7:19-21). These things are not true of the evil heart.

Here are five indicators that you may be dealing with an evil heart rather than an ordinary sinful heart. If so, it requires a radically different treatment approach.

1.  Evil hearts are experts at creating confusion and contention.
They twist the facts, mislead, lie, avoid taking responsibility, deny reality, make up stories, and withhold information.

2.  Evil hearts are experts at fooling others with their smooth speech and flattering words.
But if you look at the fruit of their lives or the follow through of their words, you will find no real evidence of godly growth or change. It's all smoke and mirrors.

3.  Evil hearts crave and demand control, and their highest authority is their own self-reference.
They reject feedback, real accountability, and make their own rules to live by. They use Scripture to their own advantage but ignore and reject passages that might require self-correction and repentance.

4.. Evil hearts play on the sympathies of good-willed people, often trumping the grace card.
They demand mercy for themselves but give none themselves. They demand warmth, forgiveness, and intimacy from those they have harmed with no empathy for the pain they have caused and no real intention of making amends or working hard to rebuild broken trust.

5.  Evil hearts have no conscience, no remorse.
They do not struggle against sin or evil - they delight in it - all the while masquerading as someone of noble character.

Do you know someone like this?
If you are working with someone who exhibits these characteristics, it's important that you confront them head on. You must name evil for what it is. The longer you try to reason with them or show mercy towards them, the more you, as the Christian counselor, will become a pawn in his or her game.

They want you to believe that:
1.  Their horrible actions should have no serious or painful consequences.
When they say "I'm sorry," they look to you as the pastor or Christian counselor to be their advocate for amnesty with the person he or she has harmed. They believe grace means they are immediately granted immunity from the relational fallout of their serious sin. They believe forgiveness entitled them to full reconciliation and will pressure you and their victim to comply.

The Bible warns us saying, "But when grace is shown to the wicked, they do not learn righteousness; even in the land of uprightness they go on doing evil and do not regard the majesty of the Lord." (Isaiah 26:10).

The Bible tells us that talking doesn't wake up evil people, but painful consequences might. Jesus didn't wake up the Pharisee's with his talk nor did God's counsel impact Cain. In addition, the Bible shows us that when someone is truly sorry for the pain they have caused, he or she is eager to make amends to those they have harmed by their sin (see Zaccheus' response when he repented of his greed in Luke 19).

Tim Keller writes,
"If you have been the victim of a heinous crime. If you have suffered violence, and the perpetrator (or even the judge) says, 'Sorry, can't we just let it go?' You would say, 'No, that would be an injustice.' Your refusal would rightly have nothing to do with bitterness or vengeance. If you have been badly wronged, you know that saying sorry is never enough. Something else is required - some kind of costly payment must be made to put things right."

As Biblical counselors let's not collude with the evil one by turning our attention to the victim, requiring her to forgive, to forget, to trust again when there has been no evidence of inner change. Proverbs says, "Trusting in a treacherous man in time of trouble is like a bad tooth or a foot that slips." (Proverbs 25:19). It's foolishness.

The evil person will also try to get you to believe...
2.  That if I talk like a gospel-believing Christian I am one, even if my actions don't line up with my talk.
Remember, Satan masquerades as an angel of light (2 Corinthians 11:13-15). He knows more true doctrine than you or I will ever know, but his heart is wicked. Why? Because although he knows the truth, he does not believe it or live it.

The Bible has some strong words for those whose actions don't match their talk (1 John 3:17,18; Jeremiah 7:8,10; James 1:22,26). John the Baptist said it best when he admonished the religious leaders, "Prove the way you live that you have repented of your sins and turned to God" (Luke 3:8). If week after week you hear the talk but there is no change in the walk, you have every reason to question someone's relationship with God.

Can an evil person really change?

Part of our maturity as spiritual leaders is that we have been trained to discern between good and evil. Why is that so important? It's important because evil usually pretends to be good, and without discernment we can be easily fooled (Hebrews 5:14).

When you confront evil, chances are good that the evil heart will stop counseling with you because the darkness hates the light (John 3:20) and the foolish and evil heart reject correction (Proverbs 9:7,8). But that outcome is far better than allowing the evil heart to believe you are on his or her side, or "he's not that bad" or "that he's really sorry" or "that he's changing" when, in fact, he is not.

Daniel says, "The wicked will continue to be wicked" (Daniel 12:10) which begs the question, do you think an evil person can really change?

My own notes: I can't even believe how much this article has changed my life. I will have to comment on that later-too emotional.










The whys

Kevin read this to me over the phone the other day and I asked for a copy. It's from the pastor he talked to about contacting us after he received several articles about your accident. It's an excerpt from an email.

During my morning prayers I came upon this message. You immediately came to mind. As you struggle through the "whys" take a moment, read and meditate...

We are supposed to move through our tragedies and challenges and to help each other move through the many painful episodes of our lives. By remaining stuck in the power of our wounds, we block our own transformation. We over look the greater gifts inherent in our wounds, the strength to overcome them and the lessons that we are meant to receive through them. Wounds are the means through which we enter the hearts of other people. They are meant to teach us to become compassionate and wise. These are gifts from God.

God still has a greater purpose for you in this life. Kevin, you truly have been blessed.

Fr. Dan

(Side note: This pastor died since-he wasn't even very old)

So will I



Not sure where I saw this.


If the oceans roar your greateness
so will I.
If the wind goes where you send it
so will I.
If you left the grave behind you
so will I.

Miss you deeply

I'm guessing this was from one of the grief sites.

 
I miss you deeply,
unfathomably,
senselessly,
terribly.

Well-timed

I had a note to record that when Kevin texted me back last week, the song "You Make My Dreams" came on my Pandora.

I told him about this song/video at one point and he mentioned to me that it came on his radio one day after he visited you at the cemetery.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

TY letter

I got a thank-you letter for Kevin and I wanted to record what I wrote.

The card says on the front: Some people just go the extra mile.
Inside:  Thanks for being one of them.

Here's what I wrote:
Dear Kevin,
Words cannot express how grateful we are for all you did to make our trip to FL not only amazing, but possible. Like the card says, you went "the extra mile" in countless ways-we could list them but they're countless. (smiley face)

It was truly a pleasure to spend the week with you and get to know you better. You are a genuinely wonderful person and we're grateful God brought you into our life. We look forward to making more memories with you in the future.

Love,

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

One thread

This was from the Luminous Light Studio Facebook page. I guess she has a blog.

Dear Silas,
My sweet boy, it's been 5 months since you left us. I'm not sure where all the time has gone. It seems as yesterday I held you in my arms. I did not know it was possible, but my love for you only continues to grow. It never dwindles or fades. My heart still aches, my lungs still struggle to help me breathe, and my foundation is still unstable most of the time, but that's not important. These things are just the price I pay for loving you as much as I do and I'm okay with that. In fact, I would relive every single moment of the last five months just to hold you one more time. However, I have accepted that I can't. You, my love, have left us for a place that is better. A place that is kind, beautiful, and perfect in every way. A place I can only dream about right now.

I dreamt about you last night. You were still my precious babe and you were healthy and happy. We laid on my bed, just you and I, on a warm summer's day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the summer breeze filled the air. You woke me from our nap with your gentle cooing and squirming. I looked at you and smiled as my heart was flooded with joy. I leaned over to kiss you and I whispered, "As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be." I felt complete and my heart felt as though I had never experienced a single moment of heartbreak. I had the chance to know what it must be life where you are, on the other side of this life. An ancient Chinese philosopher, Lao Tzu, once wrote, "life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides." I never understood what that meant until now.

I like to think that time works differently where you are. I imagine you running ahead of me in the most beautiful place imaginable, and you don't even notice we haven't caught up yet. By the time you turn around to see if we are there, we will be. I will wait patiently for that day. I will search for you in my dreams from now until we meet again. My love for you will only continue to grow as it continues to shape and change who I am. My love for you is endless. My only wish now is that my love finds its way to you always.

I love and miss you aimlessly,

-Mom

 
"Blood from your body
has pulsed through my heart, my veins
of course I am changed."
-Stephanie Page Cole

Florida

I actually have a lot of good stuff to report about Florida too. I will get to that!

I had something I wanted to record about a conversation that I had with the family. I was tying to say something about thanking Kevin, but I misspoke initially and said Hayden instead. I have never done that except when I have been talking about Carter. I thought that was significant.

There is a lot of really good stuff that happened in Florida.

Post-Florida rant

Dad was awful on our trip. AWFUL. It's too bad because we were seemingly doing ok before we left.

I could tell that he was getting "weird" on Saturday morning before we left. I told him, "You're getting weird." Being really quiet, giving short, one-word answers to everything. He always gets weird around special events anyway-holidays, trips, etc. Out of his comfort zone where he can't control his world. Expectations are higher, almost heightened. Out of the ordinary circumstances (we NEVER travel). No way out. Whatever.

I didn't let him ruin my trip though. I really didn't know what to expect out of it, but I decided that I was going to enjoy it no matter what. I'm glad I decided that.

First rule, broken. Stay off our phones. He couldn't do that. As soon as we found our seats on the plane, on his phone. Then, plugged in to a podcast. Shut out. Unavailable. Any question or comment was an annoyance. Pulling out the earbud, "What?" Never mind.

I didn't want to use his credit cards for whole trip. He's already got them run up. I offered to put some of food expenses on my card. He said no. This was his mentality the whole trip. "It's 0% interest, why not?" Because I don't want to still owe for a meal that I ate a month ago. That's why. Oh, well. Saved my money. Had it available to me when he wasn't available. I'm glad for that.

Got to Kevin's house. Beautiful. Two rooms to choose from. Hope and I chose the lighthouse room. Didn't know that room was cooler. Heard about it the whole trip that we picked the better room. Didn't know that-50/50 chance. Not going to switch.

Almost too many things to mention, or don't feel like bringing up again. Stupid, offensive comments. Him falling asleep in the car while Kevin was talking to him. Him not wanting to go with us for ice cream. Him threatening not to go the beach on Wednesday. Him getting on my case because I didn't want to go to the beach and we got to leave early when it started raining. I still went though. Doesn't that count for anything? Getting in trouble because I thought we were going to rotate beach chairs and we didn't. "You said you didn't want one." I know, I didn't want to add to the expense and the trouble. I thought we were going to share.

Him not having any relevant stories to share. Because he does nothing. He can't relate-most people don't just live on their phones and watch TV in their spare time. Well, probably a lot do actually. Hope was right-not only does he not act like a Christian man, he barely acts like a man. Doesn't share or put others first, only looks out for his best interest. "Me first."" I'm on vacation." So are we, Bill. Not a family man, according to Carter. So true.

Leaving dinner early one night to watch the rest of a TV show. I know it was only pizza, but still. Sitting there on his phone when we are just sitting there. I don't think I had a real conversation with him the whole time. Him apologizing to Kevin for making Kevin have to vacuum. When you have guests, sometimes you have to clean up after them. Kevin knows that. It's not a problem. He probably has to vacuum when there aren't guests there. Him insisting on "cleaning" the bathroom before we left. No need. Almost insulting. Kevin was going to clean it again anyway. It's ok. Apologizing to Kevin for having to put up with our dysfunctional family. Speak for yourself. He's the only dysfunctional part of our family.

Asking if we can get "real" pop. Kevin bought us diet pop which was very nice and thoughtful. But apparently it wasn't real. It made him feel bloated. Then don't drink it. And don't complain about something that someone buys for you.

Ripping me a new one when his phone got knocked over in the sand. I didn't know it was in the bag. I was more concerned with getting the umbrella back up. "Unbelievable!" Apologized for days later, but didn't matter. Shouldn't have happened in the first place. Picking and choosing what to apologize for. What about apologizing for, "Can you stop being you?" Ok. How do I do that? Maybe if you answered a question, I wouldn't have to "drill" you. I just couldn't understand why you were already asking about leaving the beach before we even got there.

New day-my thoughts went in a different direction last night. I don't know if I should make this part of this post or another post. Hmmm...

Other people don't know what my marriage is really like. How awful it is. They just want to see me show up at church every week, with my husband, and pretend nothing is wrong. "Just stay together." "You made a vow." I know that. I take my commitments very seriously. Almost too seriously. I know what the Bible says, I know what God says. Nobody has to point this out to me.

How dare someone come into my life and tell me what I can and can't do? Only God can do that. You can point out to me what God says, which I already know. It's ultimately up to me. I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. "Keep the marriage together at all costs." Why? So I can live in misery and be able to say that I stuck it out? I know that divorce is bad. I know that was not my intention when I entered into this union. I didn't know he was going to treat me this way. "Your body is not your own." "You can't cut him off." Watch me! Why do I have to do things I don't want to do?(aside from what God asks me to do). Is that what God wants me to be-some robot wife with no opinion of my own? That's not how he made me. I am not inferior to my husband. We are equals in His sight. I am supposed to be submissive to him, but he is supposed to love and cherish me. This is not happening. He is taking advantage.

Lord, help me with this. I don't know what to do. He's trying now, but it's too late. The damage has been done. He's just saying he's sorry-he doesn't mean it. I can tell he is not truly repentant. Everything is a joke to him. You know what I asked you. Help me to wait for Your answer. Amen.





Monday, July 24, 2017

You are the reason

On the Facebook page today for Luminous Light Studio.

You are the reason I keep living onward.

You are

You are my son, my moon, and my stars.

Enjoy Me forever

From Max Lucado.

God may speak through nature or nurture, majesty or mishap. But through all and to all He invites:
"Come enjoy Me forever."

Significant

From Max Lucado.

We are significant not because of what we do, but because of Whose we are.

In Heaven for your wedding

I'm in Heaven for your wedding so what shall I do?
I'll come down to Earth to spend it with you.
So save me a seat, just one empty chair.
You may not see me but I will be there.

Psalm 115

Psalm 115:7
Return to your rest, O my soul,
For the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.

Psalm 115:8
For you have delivered
my soul from death,
My eyes from tears
And my feet from falling.

Psalm 115:15
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.

HIS MERCY ENDURES FOREVER!

What He pleases

Psalm 115:3

But our God is in heaven;
He does whatever He pleases.

Always beautiful

Search for a beautiful heart,
not necessarily a beautiful face.
Beautiful people are not always good,
but good people are always beautiful.

Make a plan and trust God

It's been a while, sweet boy. We were on vacation in Florida. I will write about it later.

I had a stack of things to record on this blog. This one is from Max Lucado.

Make a plan and trust God.

You cannot control the weather. You are not in charge of the economy. You can't unwreck the car. But you can map out a strategy. Remember, God is in this crisis. Ask God to give you two or three steps you can take today. Seek counsel from someone who has faced a similar challenge. Ask friends to pray. Reach out to a support group. Most importantly, make a plan.

You'd prefer a miracle for your crisis? You'd rather see the bread multiplied or the stormy sea turned glassy calm in a finger snap? God may do this. Then again, He may say, I am with you. I can use this for good. Now let's make a plan. God's sovereignty does not negate our responsibility. It empowers it. Don't let the crisis paralyze you. Trust God to do what you cannot. Obey God, and do what you can.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

A Reunion is Coming

From Max Lucado's Daily Devotional

The word good-bye. This word may be the challenge of your life. How does a person get through raging loneliness, strength-draining grief? The rest of the world has moved on and you ache to do the same. Take heart. God has served notice. The farewells are on the clock.

1 Thessalonians 4:16 begins, "The Master himself will give the command. Archangel thunder! God's trumpet blast! He will come down from heaven. And the dead in Christ will rise. Then the rest of us who are still alive at the time will be caught up with them in the clouds to meet the Master. Oh, we'll be walking on air. And there will be one huge family reunion with the Master. Reassure one another with these words!"

Revelation 21:4 promises He will wipe away every tear from our eyes. Isn't this our hope? God has promised a restoration of all things. All things-and that includes yours.


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Chosen

This kind of applies to me from that miscarriage I had before you. I think other parts apply to me relating to losing you. This is from I Am A Mother To An Angel.

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of angel babies are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting His instruments for propagation with a great call and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to take notes in a giant ledger. Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her an angel baby."

God's angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give one of my precious angels to a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel."

"But does she have the patience to endure such hardship?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in the mother of an angel. You see, the child I'm going to give her lives in a world of its own. She will have to realize it lives in another world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But Lord, I don't think she can even live through this."

God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from her angel baby occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with an angel less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word from anyone. She will never consider a minor step ordinary. She will never hear her angel say 'mama' for the first time, she will never be a witness to that miracle. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice -and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.

Adapted from Erma Bombeck by Beth Hawkins

My own notes: I think Erma Bombeck lost a child at some point-I will have to look that information up.

This makes me feel special, but at the same time, it bugs me about some of the other women I know who have lost children. I just want to think I am better than some of them, even though that's a horrible thing to say. Sorry. Love you!

Triple

#1: On Saturday, Hope wanted to drive to Novi with her friends to the mall. Needless to say, I was a little nervous about it. I reluctantly let her go.

I was still nervous about it when I got in the car to run some errands, and right when I got in the car, the song "Safe and Sound" came on, and I knew I had nothing to worry about. I know that was you-thank you for that!

#2:  I saw a toady outside last night when I had a task on the back patio. Thank you!

#3:  Today is Dean L.'s anniversary of his death and Mary posted some quote that she saw somewhere that reminded her of him. I was going to make a comment to her about how nice it is that our boys reach out to us, and when I was looking through Facebook to find her post (didn't find it), I saw the following on someone else's post:  "Barry Hayden shared, 'I Belong To Jesus' video." When I wrote that, I also just noted the significance of that statement in relation to you. You belong to Jesus and you are with Him right now. Thank God for that! You belong to me too and I love you!

Don't go away

I'm sure I've recorded this before, but came across it again.

Those we love don't go away,
they walk beside us every day.
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
so loved, so missed, so very dear.

When God calls

This was a poem I found on a funeral website for a young man who died. I'm not sure if the person who posted it wrote it or if it was copied down from somewhere else. It's a little kooky, but I like some of the thoughts.*

When God calls our children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes the question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with,
the death of one so young, our son.
Who does so much to make our world so wonderful and fun.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold.
So he picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but a few.
To make the land of heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows will always be, "Goodbye".
So when our young son departs, we who are left behind,
must realize God loves our children.
Angels are hard to find!

*I changed some words to make them rhyme/sound better. Originally, the word "mild" was in the 6th line, which didn't rhyme. I decided to change it to "fun" to rhyme with "son" and when I typed it, it typed in all caps accidentally.

I was just writing down more things to record on the blog, and one of them was how elated I was when I was driving around on Sunday afternoon running some errands for Hope, and TWO different FUN songs came on the radio. Those always make me think of you. Thank you! Love you!

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Another accident

I just finished writing in one of my last posts about how unusual it is for someone to die in a car accident. Well, it happened to someone else. Someone you graduated with-Jacob R. It happened at two o'clock on a sunny Sunday afternoon, at the intersection of Bemis and Moon. A road we travel often-a road we traveled twice on, to church and back, that very day.

J. was heading southbound on Moon. The drunk driver was heading east on Bemis. ( I am sure that all of my directions are messed up). J. stopped at the stop sign and continued to go. The drunk driver didn't stop and crashed right into the driver's side of J.'s car. J. was killed instantly. His passengers were taken to the hospital in critical condition but were upgraded to stable, and I think one of them has been released.

I felt compelled to reach out to his parents. I haven't felt that before, with other kids' deaths since yours. I think I did with this one because he graduated with you and because it was a car accident. He was one of your friends on Facebook along with Jacob A., Jake D., Robby C., Enrico, etc. also.

I was scared to go. I didn't want them to get the wrong idea-like we were trying to get attention again or get more sympathy for your loss. I was more scared not to go though-not to reach out, not to help.

Dad and I decided to go over my lunch hour so it wouldn't interfere with dinner at Grandma's. Plus I didn't want her to know I was going in case she wanted to go too. She was acting weird about everything, like she was at the time of your accident. I can talk about that later.

Anyway, I was petrified to go. There were a lot of things I was afraid of-like what if they don't know who we are (they didn't at first), what if it didn't go well overall, etc. Well, it went really well. We had to figure out who his parents were at first. The visitation started at 1 and we were there shortly after, so it was a good time to go. We had to wait for someone else to talk to them first, but when we went up to them and told them who we were, the mom said she remembered reading about your accident at that time. She remembered her son mentioning it too.

He looked fine. I should have asked where his injuries were. It's weird how normal all of that seemed to me. Even though you don't want that to be your normal-it is. It's our normal. It's part of our story and your story. It's not normal for most people to be at a funeral home for their teenage son. It is for us though. It is for them. (I feel the need to look up the definition of normal. Be right back). Here it is (not too riveting): conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected; the usual, average, or typical state or condition.

Ok, not too helpful on the definition of normal. It's not usual for people to be at their son's visitation and funeral. It's not expected. But if it happens to you, does that make it normal? (I was going to do a separate post for "my normal"-still might). It's never expected. It doesn't really conform to a standard. Who's making the standard though? Are we? By what we've experienced? Then normal is very subjective.

What if someone experienced a lot of death as a child-like their parents or something? Then, if they lost a child, being in a funeral home might seem normal to them. If normal is usual, does that mean you're used to it? You've gone through it before?

Interesting-something to definitely think about. Because everyone's "normal" is different. For some people, it's "normal" for them to eat dinner at 5:00. For some people, it's "normal" for them to eat at 9:00. It depends on what you're used to, your "standard". There are general principles of "normal" I suppose. Like it would be weird to eat dinner at breakfast time for example. These are kind of stupid examples, but I'm just trying to figure it out. Definitely worth it's own post.

Anyway, it was nice talking to J.'s parents. We all hugged each other and when I hugged the dad, he started sobbing and wouldn't let go which made me start crying. Maybe he just needed someone else's strength. His wife didn't have any-probably no one else in that room had any to give him. Of course, Dad went overboard and I thought he talked too much about you. I wanted to make sure they knew we weren't trying to compare experiences, that we were there for them and him. I told him that later. You and J. did have a lot of similarities though-how fun you were, how you made friends with everyone. It was hard not to say something, but I felt it had to be about J., not you.

Right before we left, I was trying to catch up on my Bible reading. At like 12:50 pm (I get my lunch at 1), I read Psalm 46 which was not only very encouraging, but mentioned the God of Jacob two times. I printed that out for his parents and wrote our contact information for them on the bottom of that sheet. I think that I came across that today for a reason. Hopefully it's a comfort to them. I will include that on a post.

Anyway, I'm glad we went. Hopefully we can be of help to them. We have to be a comfort to others as we have been helped and comforted. I should look up that verse so I make sure I paraphrased it right. Love you!